Epostle Kenpachi YAY!!!

[Epostle]

Yes!!! I will post my creations here. My characters are sacred and have put a lot into their history and time. Unfortunately, most of the characters I put up will be incompleted, for their histories are so long.

[Epostle]

Name: Gabrielle

Nicknames: The Immortal White Lotus, Fate Bearer, The One Man Legion

Age: 2012+ (Hasn’t died yet.)

Gender: Male

Race: Human (Gifted and 2nd generation of the firstborn humans. Born of the Lotus Empire.)

Personality: Though hardened through battle, his personality goes between cold to warm. He never has time for petty squabbles because his time is better spent on the battlefield or helping others. Though there are many different aspects to his personality, especially when his other begins to flaunt around in his head.

Bio: A long time ago, when the Earth was created, there lived the Elven kind. They were chosen of the gods and were never to be underestimated for their powers. They and the demons were the first to exist upon the mortal realms. The Demons and Elves had very different outlooks of what the Earth should look like and where it would lead in the future. This is what is known as the War of Fate. Through this war, Elves and Demons clashed due to their differences, and long did the war last. After what seemed to be an even war, one of the Elves Belshire Coffire rebelled against the gods and his elven kind, took his followers and warred against his own kind. Tainted and maliciously transformed, Belshire struck a major blow against his kind, until his brother Beneveil Coffire took upon arms against him, and defeated him in the 10 Days Battle. It was this time where the gods had lost faith in the Elven kind, despite the Elves overall victory, and gave birth to a new generation of race, called humans.

The very first human to be created, Braiga gained all the powers of the Elves and blessings of the gods. Together, he and his birth-kin created a new empire away from the legendary empire. So it was named, The Lotus Empire, and it’s named echoed power for thousands of years after. During this time, the Elves had rebelled against the gods, saying that the humans did not deserve the birthright or honor of the gods. This was the beginning of the Rights War. This war lasted for many ages, much like the War of Fate, except this time more was at stake. When Beneveil was brought up against Braiga, Braiga crushed Beneveil and had slayed him in battle. Not only was this a crushing defeat for the Elves, but it was also a crushing defeat of their existence as a whole. This knocked the Elves to dwindling numbers, which caused another Demon uprising against the Elves, only the Elves were completely devastated afterwards. They were stripped of their homelands and of most of their powers, resulting in what is known as The Trail of Exile.

It wasn’t long after the Trail of Exile was when Braiga took a liking into a woman, who was named Ecia. Together, they made 8 children, though each child’s age was born ever 200- 300 years apart. Each child carried a sign that signified their power amongst the ranks. Strength (Bear), Speed (Cheetah), Stealth (Snake), Mind (), Peace (Dolphin), Love (Dove), Hate (Scorpion), and Will (Dragon). Gabrielle, being the youngest was born under the sign of Will. With Will, Gabrielle had more Energy than the rest of his siblings. This was biggest advantage over anyone, but this was the hardest to train. Ever since Gabrielle’s birth, people feared him and respected him for his sheer power of energy. Around 5 years old, Gabrielle carried more energy than any of his siblings put together. This put fear into his fellow siblings, but they loved him and protected him regardless, and helped train to hone his power and skills. There were a few times where his power went out of control and things were absolutely obliterated, but it was all necessary to help him become the strongest he could become. It was also around this time where a new war was to begin. The War of Obliteration was this wars name. It was a war between Demons and the Lotus Empire.

Around 15 years of age, Gabrielle was given his first mission. He was to take out a Dark Elf that had been consuming both Demons and Humans alike. He was presumably strong, but Gabrielle went in with all confidence. He went into a dark forest that reeked of death, and of where apparently a huge battle had taken place. Bodies from Humans and Demons littered the area, as well as blood and other figures that can’t be put into words. This is when he saw him. The elf turned around with blood dripping from his mouth and all down his body. He promised Gabrielle to give him his name if he could defeat him in battle. So the first big battle Gabrielle ever had, ended up in a draw. Both of the characters being of superpower state, the Elf gave Gabrielle his name. He was called Chaaru, and then he vanished. Gabrielle eventually came back to his empire, and his siblings and family had an astonished look upon their face when they found out who Gabrielle had faced. They all said that should have been Gabrielle’s deathbed, but he proved them wrong.

After that, the 8 teamed up against the advancing Demon invasion. Together, the 8 repelled the Demon invasion and pushed it back. Their power and synchronization were unmatched by any foe or ally alike. They were the Sacred 8. Once one of the Demon gods heard of this, he had sent his best warrior, Shacorai into one of the advanced positions upon the lands. Around the age of 18, the 8 approached the powerful Demon. This is where 2 of the siblings met their end and where Gabrielle unlocked his sacred powers. Where his siblings had attained their lotus status’s, Gabrielle advanced into his stages, granting him unimaginable power. It was with this that Gabrielle beat the demon to near death. With a desperation move the demon slashed at Gabrielle while Gabrielle had charged and cut out his eyes with his demonic felblade, Hate. Gabrielle had finished off the demon, but was left unconscious, and the Sacred Lotus of Strength and Hate dead, and for some reason the sword Hate was bound to him.

3 days after the victory of the demon, Gabrielle was escorted home to rest and celebrate their victory and mourn their dead. Later on that night, something happened to Gabrielle that no one could explain until it was too late. Gabrielle’s body had awakened out of its unconscious state. As the Sacred Lotus of Mind walked into check on Gabrielle, he looked upon Gabrielle with happiness, until he found out, that Gabrielle wasn’t right. The Demon, Shacorai, had used the last of his energies to seal himself inside of Gabrielle. It was this time, that the possessed Gabrielle battle the Sacred Lotus of Mind, and defeated him fairly quickly. The Demon then used Mind’s body to bring forth other demons that were of great strength and that spawned other demons. From here on out, the Lotus Empire was at war on the inside.

After a few hours later, the possessed Gabrielle met with his sister sibling, Love, and was battled by her. With no surprise she was defeated and almost killed, if it wasn’t for Braiga. Braiga knew what had happened, so he challenged the demon. The demon was almost crushed to, if it wasn’t for the Demon’s trickery. Braiga, the most powerful Human warrior was defeated, and Shacorai had victory over the Lotus Empire. This was when Gabrielles, barely alive sister came in and used a sealing technique on the Demon. This suppressed the demon within the sword known as Hate, as well as his powers, but at the cost of her life. With her last breathes, she told him she loved her little brother and gave him her most sacred possession. He sword known as Love. As he picked up the sword in grief, he found another weapon along the side. It was the sword Hate. Together, these swords were destined to make a bloody path upon history. As the Empire was completely destroyed along with its people, Gabrielle had no choice but to leave, but swearing vengeance upon both the Demons and Gods.

6 weeks of wondering blindly, an old blind hermit decided to take him in. This was where Gabrielle learned to control his powers as well as learn how to fight blind. It took 2 years of training, but Gabrielle eventually learned how to fight blindly, yet he never learned to control the demon. Nor did the Hermit know about the demon within him. One night, the demon had reawakened, only in a weakened state. The Hermit was able to help Gabrielle subdue the Demons powers, but warned Gabrielle that it was only a matter of time where the seal would completely wear off, and the demon would swallow him whole. It was only when Gabrielle was ready, that he could defeat the demon within him. It was only 2 weeks later, that Gabrielle slayed the old man through the demons hate.

Around 20 years later, Gabrielle once again met Chaaru. Chaaru became interested as to how Gabrielle got that sword. Once Gabrielle told him the story, they had a battle of the ages. During this battle, Gabrielle and Chaaru created what is known as the Grand Canyon, and was where they became best friends, for they both had one goal. This goal was vengeance.


Sacred Gates 1-5: When Gabrielle uses this, he multiplies his powers each stage he advances. At stage 5, he becomes one of the strongest beings in existence, as well as giving him the ability to use his strongest techniques.

Bura (God-Splitter)- This technique fires a blast of energy, which is gather from all forces of life. Once the blast is fired, everything in its path is obliterated. This is Gabrielle’s most powerful technique.

Swordsman Master- His mastery of the sword is beyond legendary. He is unequaled when it comes to the blade. He can also use up to 8 blades at once to battle opponents in his fighting style known as Lotus Decimator.

Death Lotus- He conjures many weapons and fires him out of his body while spinning.

He cannot die by aging. He never ages past 21 years of age.

His energy is beyond legendary. He can use his raw energy to incinerate opponents if they come in too close.

His speed and strength are incredibly high to. They are greater than what many people think and can be amplified through his Sacred Gates.

Love and Hate- His swords are enchanted, one holding the Demon known as Shacorai while the other holds the less Goddess of Love, named Boethia

Though his gates give him great power, they also damage him as well. Each second in these gates tears his muscles through the amounts of energy pressure running through his veins.

He can die by the sword.



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Gabriel stand around 6ft and weighs around 180 lbs. His hair is blonde while his eyes share no color, until he begins to go into is Sacred Gate, in which then the radiate a red color as well as his aura.

He also wears a mask to conceal his face. The mask has no eyes or mouth, and sets perfectly on his face without any straps.

His eyes carry scars across them from where the felblade cut them. His body has many scars along it but will illuminate his scars when he is advancing into his Sacred Gates.

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Gabrielle achieves this state at the 5 Lotus Gate.


This is to be continued :>

[Epostle]

Name: Remington *Remy* Walters

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Height: 5ft 11in

Hair Color: Blonde

Skin Color: Minor Pale White

Clothing: A black suite that seems like he would be attending a formal banquette as well as high dollar black suede shoes.

Body Condition: Toned, fit, athletic.

Eye Color: Brown

Weight: 185lbs

Profession: Ex-Mafia Consigliere

Disposition: Bad guy, antagonist, intelligence gatherer, and potential killer.

Biography: What can you say? He’s a bad man. Working as a consigliere has its ups and downs, but if shit needs to be done, then who else but Remy can get it done. Trained in military based combat as well as reforming his skills by taking contracts and favors for the boss, he is a dangerous man to mess with. What makes him more dangerous is his addiction to cocaine and alcohol. He puts that stuff down like it’s no bodies business, but this makes him a bit crazy at times to the point of hostility.

It wasn’t always like this though. Before Remy decided to join Al Capone’s mafia, he was a relatively good guy, but just like anyone else, the depression hit. When this happened, Remy only worked for pennies an hour just so he could get a little bit of bread in his stomach. After a while later, he was confronted by a man who decided to tip Remy for $100 just to come by and see him. Once Remy did, his life changed from that of innocence, to that of crime, drinking, drugs, and blood.

Never thinking twice about what he’s done, Remy has drawn out a long bloody past since his joining of Al Capone. Remy is not only his eyes, but he’s also his commander and hit man in such occasions. Armed with mountains of money, hidden dealers, and men to back him up, it’s wise to not get on his bad side too much. Though the only problem is, is if he can get a hold of his men. Phones at this day and time suck dick and that’s just to be nice.

[Epostle]

Name: Avios Puresayer

Age: 16

Gender: Male

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He stands around 6ft tall and weighs 190 lbs. He is trimmed cut. He holds his posture as if he were a noble, tall and proud. His hands are relatively callused from the farm work he did. He carries a basic tan from working in the fields.


Personality: If there is one word to apply to Avios’s good side, it’s that he’s willing to fight for what is right. He hates hearing of tyranny through the forces of evil and does what he must to not only uphold the law, but as well as the honor of his name. This is where the bad comes in however. Sometimes he can be too law abiding and can be a bit radical when it comes to justice, vengeance, and protecting others. So much so that it actually can do more harm than good. His attitude towards people can also be well placed, but at the same time can be a bit annoying to others with his over-zealous attitude for good.

Aspirations: He has many desires, all of which he can hopefully accomplish. His aspirations are like a step by step progress. He first want to train and learn his disciplines and become like a paladin. Using his holy magics to help others in the time of need and his body to protect the weak against the evils that plague the lands. He then wants to become part of some kind of holy order of vanquishers, much like a paladin order, being able to ride his stead into battle along his battle brothers and sisters. Then when he becomes capable, he wants to eventually lead his order, to spread the good along the land and hopefully purge evil. He also wishes to find love sometime and hopefully settle.

Disciplines studying: Body, Heart, and Will

History: As a young kid, he grew up really poor. His family owned a farm, which could only support them and nothing more. It was hard growing up and keeping the home due to raising demands for taxes and the fear of being raided or robbed. The food was always good, but the labor for it was tremendous. Constantly tending to the farm, he was raised to know right from wrong. Knowing it was bad to steal and murder were two things that his parents preached to him the most.

As he grew a little older, things were about the same as they always were. He would sometimes venture into the market to buy supplies such as wool, wood, and other necessities that were needed for survival. Then there was one day, while he was eating dinner with his family, an old man came to their place, wearing all black robes and a hood that covered most of his face. The old man was welcomed to come in and join for their dinner, but he declined. Then all at once, the candles in his home all went out, and the only thing that could be heard were the sounds of a dagger slashing through flesh as well as bone chilling screams. During this time, Avios took upon a place to hide beneath the flooring. As the man searched for him, he finally left after a few hours later. When Avios came out of hiding, he found them dead.

The soldiers could never find exactly who did the evil deed, but if there was one thing that Avios knew, it was to prevent this from happening to anyone else. So then he took upon a hero façade and swore to protect citizens and anything else from danger. During most of his teen years, he would set out as a vigilante and stop thieves and abusers of the law. Sometimes it would work, sometimes he would get beat. This did not stop his ever aspiring will to push forth and do what is right. It wasn’t til around 15 years of age, Avios found out about the academie, in which they teach different arts for aspiring youngsters. This was his chance to rise. To become something that no one could ever become.

[Epostle]

Character Sheet

Name: Zul’morth

Nickname: The Skull King

Age: Since the beginning of evil.

Gender: Male

Race: Human/Zombie (Has the ability to ration like a human.)

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Origin: Pangea

Appearance Description: He stands around 7ft tall and is well built. He weighs 220 lbs, has grey hair and blue eyes. His sword is 5ft long and his shield is 6 ft long.

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Orientation: Heterosexual.

Side: Nobility

Racial Abilities:

Undeath: He is very strong yet somewhat slow. He also has increased endurance because of his undeath. He can commune with any undead at any time. He also spread pestilence with anything he chooses. With the pestilence, he can kill anyone without a strong enough will and bring them back as his undead servant. Also pestilence will not kill stronger opponents but will weaken them slightly.

Skills:

Grave Plague: This is his runed sword. Can cut through almost anything. This is linked to his pestilence necromantic power. When he cuts his opponent, it gives them diseases, making them weaker.

Scourge Lords Helmet: This is his mighty helmet. This is what helps him control his undead by communing and summoning.

Shield of Oblivion: This is his runed shield. It is a huge shield that can summon a force field around the shield to prevent energy based attacks. Has a limited amount of charges depending on the strength of the opponents attack.

Sacrifice: He can use his powers to kill most undead and restore some of his health.

Moderate Necromancy: All nobility have the power of summoning undead. His are a little more advance to where he can raise bigger and stronger creatures than normal necromancy.

Ancient Knowledge: He has the knowledge of ancient chambers, books, and artifacts.

Talented Warrior: His battle skills are not to be overlooked. He is a Knight of Death.

Personality: Is ruthless in all things. He will stop at nothing to get what he desires, which is pure power. Anyone who stands in his way must die and serve him forever.

Brief History:

Since the very beginning of evil, he was there. He was the first to commit murder. No one in that time would even consider such a vile act. So people decided to kill him for the murder he commited. And so he died, only to be brought back by one of the daedric gods.

When he was brought back, he was weak, pathetic, but with time his power grew. He learned what he was and began to see the extinction of what killed him off. He slayed many things in his life time and enjoyed every second of it. And with each thing he killed, he became stronger, but didn’t know why. One day he found out, it was because of his sword Grave Plague. With each enemy he slayed, he collected their soul and made him stronger.

One day he became so strong, that when he slayed an enemy, he noticed that it raised up and started slowly walking towards him. It was his first servant… he realized he could reawaken the dead. With this ability, he started challenging more powerful foes, collecting their souls and binding them to his will.

One day however, there was a certain being that put him down. It was a powerful man he drained him of his spirit and locked him away in a tomb forever. No one knew where the tomb was… until…

[Epostle]

Name: Chaaru The Great Devourer

Age: ???

Race: Fallen Elf

Personality: Somewhat lax but can become very hostile in circumstances. Does have psychiatric problems in wanting to kill and devour things.

Background: Chaaru had existed for a long time on Earth. No one knows how old he truly is, but one thing is certain, no is to cross paths with this walking form of destruction. Back in his early childhood, Chaaru was part of a great elven cult known as the Eternity Walkers. They were known for their snobby and self righteous acts. One day however, there was a brutal demonic attack upon them that wiped them off the face of the Earth. As torture, they ate Chaaru’s family in front of him as he was being tortured. They left Charuu with an amputated arm and leg, as well as half of his body burned.

Chaaru was found by another demon that had been weakened. This demon attempted to kill Chaaru, but instead a tribe ended up killing the demon. They then took Chaaru and the demons body up into the mountains of Kilimanjaro. There they placed the demon on the table as well as treated Chaaru’s wounds. The leader, Baan, decided to test Chaaru to see if he could stay amongst them. Chaaru was made to eat the demon corpse all by himself, and become a cannibal just like them. Chaaru refused as first, but he was becoming hungry, and with 2 amputated limbs, he was in a desperate situation. Chaaru took his first bite into the demon and had him devoured that night.

The next day, Chaaru had awakened, with both of his limbs completely healed. It was a miracle and a curse. The group of men casted a spell on the demon, so once he ate the demon, it regenerated him fully. From hence forth, Chaaru accepted his new self and his practices. It wasn’t too long before Chaaru hunted down men and women alike and ate them right at the spot they were slain, fulfilling the deed to summon a Demon Lord General (just like Shacorai.) Eventually, the Demon Lord General of Phobos took upon the scene, wanting to congratulate Charuu for his enthusiasm. The others in the cult decided to kill this demon though they worshiped his master. This ended up in a terrible defeat of the cult except one, and that was Chaaru. Chaaru had developed other strengths due to the consuming of others that he grew strong himself. Using the others as bait, Charuu made his move, casting a binding spell that trapped the demon. Chaaru looked into the demons eyes, smiling knowing what was coming next. The demon cried for release as Chaaru began to eat away at the demon. Once the demon had been fully devoured, he noticed a weapon next to it. Its aura was dark, but called for Chaaru. Once he picked it up, the sword shared with Chaaru its name, Gluttony.

His sword Gluttony is just as powerful as the other demon swords, but carries different characteristics. With that sword, Chaaru cut a bloody and new found path into history. Chaaru was undoubtedly one of the most powerful swordsman to step upon Earth. This attracted many stronger foes, such as Gabriel. Through many battles, Chaaru was never able to truly defeat Gabriel and vice-versa. So they declared a truce and formed what was known as the band of 5. This squad of elite swordsman not only carved a bloody path in history, but they were the most dangerous combination to come in contact with period. Their names were to be feared.

Then all at once they split due to disagreements. Then one by one, the band of 5 were hunted until extinct. Charuu thought all of his former allies were dead, no longer giving him a challenge in the world, nor help due to the Immortal Hunters Act passed by the powerful humans place over 1,000 years ago. For some reason, Charuu always kept life orbs of his former allies. All but one of them are dimmed, and that one that is lit was his own. This was the case until Gabriel made he way to Eternum.

Loves: Power, Canibalism, Challenges

Hates: Gods, Demons, Unwordly Forces

Description of Weaponry and Armour: He wields a demonic sword known as Gluttony, one of the brothers of Hate. With Gluttony, he is able to steal energies as well as devour anything in his path. His armor is made of Necron magic. The Necron magic is made up of the stolen souls of dragons and demons, making it near impenetrable. It's almost a living armor.

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Perfect Abbaration: This is when Chaaru loses all sense of rationality and becomes the most dangerous. He removes most of his armor to reveal stitches around his body. These stitches are actually mouths that he keeps sealed off until he becomes endangered or wishes to reveal his true self. Once activated, he can use them to bite into the flesh of his opponents and recover injuries as well as steal powers. Example being, if he were to attack an ice user, he would be able to accumulate ice attacks.

Evolution: As well as being able to steal powers, he can steal peoples hearts from out of their body to devour them whole. Once this happens, he gathers all thoughts as well as their spirit in order to grow stronger as well as open his arsenal of attacks. It is a power that never fades in time, and it makes as another heart you must get rid of to kill him.

Hyper Regeneration: This could possibly be why Chaaru is the most dangerous person to face. No matter how much you injure him, he can regenerate his body without any problem. All it costs for him is a heart. Whether he is reduced down to a bloody pulp or down to a single cell, he will eventually regenerate, though he loses hearts by doing so.

Stitches: This relates to his regeneration abilities. Any cut or scratch, he uses the stitches to seal them up first and then make it disappear or create a new mouth. He can also use the threads from his stitches as a base of attack, granting him tendril like whips. He has complete range of movement with them. They can stab, dig, and even accumulate them into an area in order to fly. At the end of them are tiny mouths in which he can eat whatever he pleases.

Forms: Chaaru can transform himself into different forms depending on the circumstances of battle.

Obliteration Form: Chaaru transforms into a massive wolf with 10 tails, usually standing around 40ft from head to tail, the tails make up 15ft. The wolf is made of complete darkness and ethereal form. During this mode, he is completely aggressive, allowing for his strongest attacks.

Grand Devourer Form: This is his defensive form. Once turned into them form, he takes upon the appearance of a blob much like the pokemon Muk. In this form, he stands around 50ft tall and gains incredible defensive capabilities. He is completely made of dark energies in this form as well, just like his wolf form.

Carrion Flyer Form: In this form, he turns somewhat into an arachnid that can fly. Much like a spider with wings, he can spit acids from his body that break down the molecular structure of anything it spits at. In this form, he has 6 arms as well as 2 legs, all of which grow to 10 feet in length while his normal height stands around 25ft. His wing span stretches to around 40 feet, letting him to use wind type manuevers.



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[Azazeal849]

Name: Remington *Remy* Walters

Remy left West Hills and joined the mafia? o.O

[Death of Korzan]

Remy left West Hills and joined the mafia? o.O

Remy managed to escape West Hills, but Nemesis punished him for his inpertinance and whooshed him back to the time of Al Capone where he lived the rest of his days.

Fin.

[Epostle]

Roflmao, Remy was one of my all purpose characters... but I guess these days are better suited for him :P

[Epostle]

Name: Shacorai “The World Ender” “The Storm Ruler”Age: ???

Personality: A true bearer of the word Hate. His personality is of nothing but about destruction and hatred. He has never feared an enemy. He is rather intelligent as well as merciless.

Bio: Long ago, when the existence of Gods and Demons first began, they all formed their most vicious warriors to protect their rule. One of these warriors was known as Shacorai. Created by the Horseman of Destruction, his powers were non-comparable. Through ages, not only was Shacorai part of killing all of the Lotus Empire, he was also the ender of other existences on different worlds. He was the strongest and most brilliant warrior ever created, next to War’s son. Shacorai easily outwitted and defeated the strongest warriors not only on Earth, but also other planets and realms.

A true destroyer, he has also been capable of toppling even some of the Demon Lords themselves. This led to the Horsemen vs. Rogue Demons war. Apophis and Kronos both despised the Horsemen for the longest time and tried to keep them under their feet. During this war, Shacorai was tested against the Demon Lord Apophis's armies. Shacorai, though not by much, defeated the Demon Lords armies, reclaiming the Horsemen’s right to hold on to their realms as well as bring them to true power.

Another one of Shacorai’s best moments was killing 2 members of “The Sacred Eight” in one move, though he was eventually defeated by Gabrielle and the others. During this time, Shacorai enveloped himself into his own sword known as Hate, and took control of Gabrielle’s unconscious body in order to destroy the Lotus Empire of Eden. This was where Shacorai had his greatest battle, facing Braiga, King of the Lotus Empire, and master of the fist. Shacorai ended up outsmarting rather than strengthening over Braiga to gain this victory, though it was short lived with the Lotus of Love sealed his powers off completely, only being a fragment of what he once was.

Shacorai now lies nothing more than a conscious inside the sword of Hate, though he does vow his return is inevitable. Not only would he return, but he would regain his powers and finally bring ruin to the worlds he knows and rightfully take his place back as the strongest warrior ever created. Every day, the seal slips, allowing Shacorai to not only regain his powers little by little, but also gain control over victims that wield him. Beware, for “The World Ender” shall be reborn again.

Powers: Over the years of his battles, his swordsmanship have been not only remarkable, but also perfected. He also has use of elemental as well as some inter-dimensional abilities.

Master of Hate: With pain and anguish comes hate. Whether it be in war or a simple argument, the voice of Shacorai can sometimes be heard within the shadows.

The Demon Sword of Hate: This sword enhances his abilities, giving him a buff to all of his elemental magic abilities (fire and lightning)

Shacorai had dwelled so deep into magics that he mastered 3 elemental magics. The first being of fire, the second being lightning, and the third being inter-dimensional magics.

Fire: He has the power to use flame based attacks including fireballs, explosions, as well as immolating his body with fire. His flames burn hotter than the sun and are black.

Lightning: He can cast lightning bolts, call upon storms, and can expand his lightning energy to make the ground pulse with electricity. His electricity is also black colored.

Inter-Dimensional: This magic deals with being able to make himself temporarily shift out of dimensions, allowing him to travel through objects and create rips in the space time continuum, in other words, creating portals as well as black holes.

Plasma: Through the mastery of Lightning and Fire, he is able to conjure plasma based attacks, resulting in temperatures higher than super nova.

Speed: Rather than having a lot of physical strength, he has decided to focus more on speed and energy. He is incredibly quick.

Energy: His energies are beyond legendary and can crush a normal mortal within its boundary.

Strengths: Speed, energy, and elemental mastery.

Weaknesses: The lack of hate.

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He stands around 6ft 6in and weighs around 200 lbs.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9A9aY5e2h0g&list=PLdPyjTdKlCVqU3xKdWcGtGZhX4UJsVbpY

[Epostle]

Name: Sabastion Renalds

Age: 37

Race (only if from Eternum):

Godly Parents (If any, if not insert N/A]): None

Position on "Orion" (Only if an Earthborn): Sgt First Class

Personality: Bold, tenacious, and laid back, Sabastion is quite demanding at certain times. Once he gives and order, it’s best to take it.

Background: Always willing to do what is right, Sabastion has developed quite a reputation for himself when it comes to following orders. He is an admirable man who is quick to make decisions, which has saved his life many times. This is just one of many factors as to why they wanted him to travel to this new world. His record is well preserved and clean. This does not mean that he hasn’t had a few run ins with higher ups in his division.

It wasn't easy getting to where he is at now. He had a road of struggle which involved the loss of his right arm and leg. Thankfully, technology had evolved enough to get him carbon fiber, reinforced limbs that would prevent this from happening. It took a while for therapy, but he was able to re-establish himself in the ranks of his squadron, and even rise above his limitations.

Area (Earthborn, Namor, Free South):

Faction (Southern Wastes or Namorean Empire or Other):

Loves (Three things): Leading, saving lives, and intel

Hates (Three things): Irrational thoughts, demoralization, and the gifted.

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Along with this weapon, he has many different types of ammo.

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His armor is like a weapon itself. The armor augments everything in his body to become what is known as a "super soldier." It gives him enhanced strength and speed, active camo for stealth based combat, underwater breathing and heat regulating system, can harden itself to prevent many forms of light damage, and has a built in hud AI that can detect distances, enemies, allies, and has different vision types.

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This bow can fire many types of arrows at incredible speeds. It is reinforced, which makes it hard to break, as well as being able to fold in and out as desired.

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[Epostle]

Name: Daniel “Surperior” Gallien

Age: 18

Unique Gift: Were Snake Transformation- Transforms while a full moon is out. The transformation doesn’t completely turn him into a snake, but rather give him snake like properties, as well as having different features upon his body.

His eyes begin to slightly slant just like a snake as well as his pupils take upon the form of a snake. His skin begins to get scaly and his fingers begin to turn more into claws. His canines also elongate while his transformation is occurring. He also begins to get the snake tongue, which is colored black.
During this transformation, he is faster and stronger than a normal human. He begins to pick up movement better as well as the ability to smell much better. Due to being able to pick up movement better with his new vision, movements become slower to him, being easier to predict.

Due to being partial serpent, everything about him becomes venomous. He is able to spit venom, inject venom through his canines, his skin becomes dangerous to touch, and he can use venom from his claws.

Personality: Just like a serpent, he is pretty greedy. Not quite to the point as to he is corrupt, but many people may not perceive him to be the best company. He is usually well tempered and is very patient.

History: Coming from a semi-rich family, Daniel was never the one to share his spoils. No one could share anything with him, including the pet snakes that he used to keep as a child. He would constantly play with them and try to understand their nature. One day his experience changed when he ran into a mage. Daniel showed no remorse to the man when he knocked him off his cane, so the man punished him for it. He saw the greed within Daniel and combined his essence with that of the serpent.

Coming home, his parents knew something had happened and wanted to cure him. This "curse" that was bestowed upon Daniel was not as it seemed to Daniel, therefore he didn't want it released. So instead, rather than staying, he escaped the housing of his parents to run away forever. Forsaking everything he ever had, he had grown to adapt to his natural surroundings of the forests. Many things changed for him during this time.

It wasn't but a few days later that Daniel noticed that snakes would come to him, but not attack. Finding this as strange, he decided to hand around them and try to live how they did. It became quite scary from time to time, until he actually adopted the ability to talk with snakes and command them as his will. He would use the snakes to steal thing for himself and to warn anyone who came into his territory. He eventually became known as the snake charmer.

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He stands around 5ft 10in and weighs around 160lbs. He is rather lanky, but does carry some definition. His eyes are green with a slight slit due to his snake nature. His hair is black in color and slightly short. His skin is a bit pale and has slightly longer canines than a normal human. His eyes pupils resemble that of a snake in nature.

[Epostle]

Name: King Draikirai Joohunoovoo
Age: 43
Birthday: December 24
Species: Troll
Appearance: Stands around 8ft tall and weighs in close to 250 lbs without armor. Has 2 large fingers and a thumb on each hand.
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Religious Stance: Worships "The Earthen One."
Native or REHA Deport?: Native
Stripes: Orange
Combat Abilities and Style: True as any warrior would come, he prefers to fight with he dual war-glaives. His combat involves a lot of spins and combos. He is rather quick for his size and agilic. He is also disease resistant, and can regenerate faster than other races.
Non-Combat Abilities/Talents: Due to living in the north, the cold doesn’t affect him very much. He is also a talented smith and enchanter. With his smithing, he can repair armor to even better than its previous state. With enchanting, he can imbue weapons with magical propertied that most other enchanters cannot. In order to use his enchanting, he needs reagents from other magically imbued weaponry, or souls of the slain.
Personality: As an overall person, he can be very nice, but very down to earth. As a warrior, he is vicous and mean, but he carries honor, and will fight anyone head on. He doesn’t care too much about humans due to the many conflicts that he and his fellow trolls have had, but he does take a particular liking into the mutants.
Short Biography: King Draikirai is but one of many trolls within the troll empire in the North. Draikirai is the absolute king of all the trolls, and suitably so. Before his ascension to leader, his life as well as the trolls were not of the best. Many struggles had been presented before him to pass. It seems that so far he has succeeded.

It all began when he was a very young troll. He was a plantation slave for the humans within their mighty northern empire. He was to gather the harvested crops, mainly tomatoes, onions, and leeks, and have them brought to the troll chefs, who were to cook up meals for their human masters. Draikirai was to never question the motives of the masters, but only to server. They were the ones who gave him the rags to cover the pelvic and upper body regions, as well as a hut with a bale of hay to sleep in. Otherwise, he would have to best the harsh winters of the north without any compensation, or be killed.

Draikirai was always questionable of the humans, but he always remained silent. He would only pray to the greatness of “The Earthen One” in hopes that he would have enough food to last him for the month, and the comfort to push on through the hard times so he may be able to buy out his freedom. He would pray and become stronger each day, making his tasks much easier as the harsh months went on. “The Earthen One” always kept him company, though he would never hear “The Earthen One’s” voice.

One day, during the thawing season, Draikirai was called in line with the rest of the plantation to view and execution. The execution was of the troll tribal/plantation leader Marikuku, an earth speaker and guide to all the trolls who gave them hope. The execution of 5 trolls, including Marikuku crushed the hopes and dreams that the trolls ever had of leaving the plantation, or for buying their freedom. It was that day that Draikirai realized that no longer were the humans to be trust. He was their property, and would never see the ray of freedom, so long as the humans were there to crush their hopes and dreams.

That very night, Draikirai prayed really hard to “The Earthen One” in hopes that he would become strong enough, and to ask what to do. That night, Draikirai’s spirit was melded and molded, along with his body. The veins that ran through the top of his head, down to the inner corners of his eyes, ran orange. His eyes changed into more of a golden color. His strength bolstered significantly. The last blessing he received that night involved a book, written by Marikuku, molding and binding of the magics.

Many months and years had passed, Draikirai hid his potential, studied the book, practiced in secret to mold weapons and enchant them with weird words that could only be spoken in his language. No one but him knew what he was doing. It wasn’t too long after this time lapse did he call upon some of his most faithful friends to let them in on the truths of what he was doing, and what the humans were doing.

Salbazz, Ikituki, Aukira, and Balluzifari, his most trusted friends, got together one night in order to hatched a plan to not only overthrow their masters, but to take the land as their own. It was more of an infiltration mission, but it had succeeded. That very night they hatched the plan, were they able to gather up the forces of the other trolls as well as the broken hopes and dreams of the punished, and overtake the plantation, from then, the trolls of that plantation were to continue and conquer the lands for years to come, and finally stabilize the island empire of the Norths known as the Marikuku Empire, in commemoration of their most beloved leader.

[Epostle]

Character Name: Cho'gall Buldar
Race: Orc
Class: Bordrosian Bruiser
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Physical Description:
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Standing around 7ft 2in, and weighing in close to the 280lb region, Cho’gall is a pure brutish looking orc. His grey skin and reddish-beaming like eyes are enough to instill fear just from size and physical competencies alone. There are bigger orcs as well as smaller, but comparably, he’s just a “ugly” as they come when comparing sizes. He barely wears any armor, mainly due to the fact he’s too poor to afford proper accomadations, except the partial quilt around his waist. It’s made of very light cloth as was hand sewn. His boots are standard, poor man’s leather that laces up to his knees and are also brown and spotty.
Personality: Savage, brutal, and war hungry is Cho’gall. On a good day, he is still fairly violent and is always ready to fight. His favorite fights are with skill warriors, mages, rogues… just to put it simply, he just loves fighting. He mainly talks about war and how his “tribe” were great warriors. He doesn’t particularly like magic too much, but is understanding of it, and therefore accepts it.

On the same note about magic, he still doesn’t mind using it because he views it as a tool for battle. The understanding of magic is not of one through peace and harmony, but on how potentially useful it could be when cleaving someone’s skull. Though very violent, he can still hold his temper down if needed. He’s very violent, but he isn’t as stupid as most orcs.
Bio: Cho’gall was like any other orc, except for the fact that he was the leader of his tribe. He demonstated this many times by fighting other orcs who dared to question his strength and survivability of his tribe. Though none met their death, the losers were either exiled, or promoted. In his life time of being the tribe leader, there were only 2 that were promoted.

Just like a normal orc, he didn’t like magic and cursed its name. Any user of magic during his old days were to be either slain or outcasted, but was mainly slain. He couldn’t help but to pick on some of the other races, mainly elves because of their snobbish nature and love of magic. He never dared to attack a main city, for their forces were no match at the current time to take anything over. Also, he just didn’t like the elvish lands, they were too pretty.

One day, a band of humans attacked Cho’gall and his tribe. Being severely outnumbered, Cho’gall met his defeat, and many of his tribe were slain. They captured Cho’gall and the surviving tribe members, and put them to slavery, execution, or to fight for their freedom. Cho’gall was the lucky one, he was able to fight in the gladiators arena. This was the time that Cho’gall was beginning to turn from his savage ways slightly, atleast to the point where there was no more pointless slaughter.

Fighting in the gladiators arena, he had to claw his way up to the top. Fighting other gladiators that were sometimes more reknown that he was. Time and time again, he slayed them all, proving to the people that he was more than a capable warrior. His last match ended up being a handicap match, pitted with a partner, he was to slay 8 other contestants in order to find his freedom. After a long hard fight, and the loss of his partner, Cho’gall stood in the middle of the ring victorious, and had earned his freedom.

His freedom wasn’t much of what he hoped for. There were none worthy enough to form a tribe with. So he decided to take upon the guard role, and patrol the streets as a well respected guard. He wore a tabard in the honor of the city he guarded, but he didn’t like it. He craved for better armor and gear, but moreover, a good fight.

It wasn’t too long after he was offered an odd request. One he had thought rather crazy, until he heard that he could fight to his hearts content with any and all enemies he opposed. He was to search for the last dragon clutch. He was ready for this adventure, for the spoils, but most importantly, the blood of war.
Languages: Lowric, Jaranar
Weapons: He carries a rather large war-axe. Normally this axe is a 2 handed weapon, but through his gladiator triumphs and brute strength, he has been sometimes to be swinging it with one hand.
Armor: He currently carries his old traditional gladiator rags, other than the tabard he’ll wear to show his allegiance.
Other Possessions: A little bit of silver that he has scavenged from places and winnings in the gladiators arena.

[Epostle]

Name: Phoenix Mathers

Age: 42

Gender: Male

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Specialist Skills: Vehicle operation/repair and hand-to-hand combat.

Augmentations: His muscles and skeletal structure have been augmented to withstand high amounts of intensity when running, fighting, jumping, etc. The skeletal structure has been re-augmented to become harder, yet lighter, than steel. The skeletal structure still keeps the normal repairing functions just like any regular bone however. His muscles have been injected with a nano-technology that allows his muscles to be bolstered, granting him increased strength, speed, and agility.


Personality: He isn’t afraid of much, but likes to keep to his interests. He is not afraid of new people and openly welcomes them, as long as they stay in terms. He is very calm and constrained and loves to focus on his fighting and workouts when he is not working. He’s not a mean person, but he is serious, and means what he says.
History: When growing up, Phoenix had many problems with his health, mainly bone and muscle structure. He was barely able to walk because his bone density was a lot weaker than a normal childs and his muscles just couldn’t handle the extreme amount of pressure of a faulty skeletal structure. His childhood was mainly dormant, but not completely lost.

At the age of 10, he was found by a group of judges that had problems fixing their air-craft. Studying up on aviation and its functions, without having to touch anything, Phoenix was able to help them out and get their flying machine working again. They saw that he could be useful, and offered Phoenix a position as a possible judge. Phoenix told them about his condition, and they promised Phoenix that he would be taken care of properly. So he agreed and borded the aircraft.

As soon as Phoenix was at the heart of one of the Judge’s science agencies, they began to perform their tests and surgeries. It took the science team to find a solution, but the case was clear that it would have to be bionic in nature. They began to slowly but assuredly use nano-technology to replace his bones and damage muscle structure slowly. The process took a grueling year, but was a major success. Finally, Phoenix was able to learn to walk and perform basic motorfunctions with his body.


After the many surgeries and recovery, he was able to take the aptitude tests in order to see if he had what it takes to be a judge. To no surprise, Phoenix did great. He wasn’t top of the class, but he was a high contender. He really shined when that started into the practical exams of combat and vehicle operation and repair. With his modified limbs and skeletal structure, he was able to wipe his competition and progress into the final parts of becoming a Judge.

Using his skills in repairs and operation, Phoenix mainly stays in the main military area fixing up on down planes, copters, and other various vehicles. His job is demanding, but he performs well and loves his job. When he’s not working at his job, he is on the training course performing various workouts to test his limits and hopefully push them beyond.

[Epostle]

Character Name= Aliara Dresmer

Alias= The Crimson Reaper

Age= Appears 27

Race= Dinyma Vampire

Weapon= Weilds 2 large, 3 sickle scythes. One is colored blue and is given the name of Mond. The other is given more of a yellowish color and is named Sonne. They both hold a demonic entity in each of them. They also have a chain that can extend up to 10ft in length. The scythes are magically enchanted, and cannot take normal damage like a normalized weapon could.


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Personality= Maddened and flooded by the driving arts of battle and blood, Aliara is nothing less than barbaric and even crazy. He favorite hobbies include killing and drinking blood from the people she kills, just for fun and sport. He sense of humanity is almost extinct and can be driven into rage if provoked in the wrong senses.

She hates how vampire based races don’t feed upon their inner instinct to just do as they wish. It hurts her to see how famished and untrained they are when it comes to knowing what they truly are. Lacking little to no fear, she has never been the one to run from a fight, nor kill just because she doesn’t agree with someone.

Bio= Long ago in the days of old, Aliara with her sister, Shaiela, were both given birth as half breeds. Their birth was pure human, At the age of 3, Aliara, along with her nearly a day old sister, Shaela, were both bittien and left for dead. Little did anyone know that they would both survive and become something more than anyone would dream of. To Aliiara, it was her duty to help her sister, and to care and protect her.
Aliara was the older of the sisters, and also the self appointed “leader” of the two. Aliara would take advantage of Shaela’s shyness and would not let her stray away from her, mainly for the fear that Shaela would die at the hands of talented warriors and vampire hunters. Aliara was always an aggressive type when it came to handling anything that was put in her way, but everything was never what it seemed. No matter how hard she tried to stay away, she was always bound by the scent and taste of blood. It flooded her soul so much so that she eventually snapped and became a cold killer, but what made her snap was next to impossible.

One day, Aliara and Shaela were greeted by a full blooded vampire. Shocked and relieved that they wouldn’t have to kill him due to his arrogance, they decided to befriend him and take routes with him, helping each other out when it came to feasting and terrorization. Aliara and the vampire grew very close to each other throughout the years, and the male vampire lover was able to draw out the human part of her. She willingly gave into her human emotions, and never did question her love for him. He was the first entity to have ever made Aliara feel the way she did, and was able to break her curse of the blood frenzy that they all shared.

Not every love story has a happy ending. One day, a group of elite vampire hunters found where Aliara and her lover resided. With magical weaponry and skill to absolutely destroy any vampire in their path, Aliara’s lover would put down, and crucified within the home town that they came from. Aliara, sticken with an internal and wrathful instinct, went to the town, blinded by her own wrath. She came to, only to have realized that everything was laied to waste in front of her. The cries of children becoming bastards, men and women crying and begging as they were torn asunder, there was no mercy. Upon the final entry of where she was last openly found, it was recorded that she brought down her lover, and smiled a a maddening, psychotic, and fear felt smile. Her eyes glistened red as she looked upon her lover and laughed the final laugh of her humanity.

Sanguin Pulse: Her ability allows her to not only make someone bleed more, but she can weave the blood she has stolen, and use it to fight her opponents with. Hardening and molding it to her desire, depending on how much blood she has.

Wrath of the Sanguine Beserker: Aliara’s main power comes from the blood of her victims. As she uses her Sanguine Pusle ability, she is able to drink the blood of a combatant, and completely lose herself, giving into the primal instincts of what she is, a killing machine. This gives and overall increase to her senses, especially smell. It also increases her muscular performance, making her stronger and faster than what most people can conceive. It often lasts until either she wins her fight or until she is damaged severely.
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[Epostle]

Character Name= Sheala Dresmer

Alias= The Whisper or The Shy

Age=Appears 24

Race= Dinyma Vampire

Weapon= A demonic Staff by the name of Furcht.


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Personality= Unlike her sister, she still has more human compassion and does not like a lot of violence. She is shy to the point as to when you speak to her, she’ll hide within her cloak, and normally allows her sister to do most of the speaking. Caring for her sister, anything that happens to Aliara is met with swift and sometime agonizing justice.

She does like to trust people because of her and Aliara’s biased opinion of all of them. She doesn’t like to come out of her “hiding spot” of her cloak . It provokes people to talk and acknowledge her. She doesn’t like to be touched by anyone but her sister, which results in a minor reprocution.

Bio= Every since her birth, she had no place to call home, nor a place to be safe at. Being born pure human and turned into a vampire near the very beginning of her birth, she had a long journey as any. Ever since she could remember, Aliara had always been there for her, to care, protect, talk, and anything that was needed. Shaela would often consider her sister her mom in many respects.

She traveled along with Aliara, often wondering where their lives and travels would bring them to. Aliara would taken the leadership role between the two, mainly cause she was bigger and the “warrior” type compared to Shaela’s small size. It was too long when she finally grew at the age of maturity, that she was stricken by an illness. It was an illness that vampires could get as well as humans, but it was rare to have it. The disease began to spread into her body, making her body more frail than most at her age. The disease still persists to this day and has been found beyond curable.

Not long into her travels, she noticed Aliara meeting another vampire during her slaughters. It relieved Shaela to find that Aliara was beginning to find a more human side to her. Aliara soon began to stop killing and began to take residence on the outskirts of town, and Shaela was allowed to live with her. A warm bed, good food, and a nice and pleasant atmosphere made this the best time of Shaela’s life, until the vampires hunters came. Shaela ran and hid while Aliara was out and about. The male vampire was killed and crucified, and Aliara seeked her vengeance.

When Aliara’s vengeance was complete, Shaela noticed something not right. Aliara had a stare in her eyes that made Shaela scared and not want to talk to her or be near her. The smile that would destroyed a persons soul if they were to have seen it. Shaela looked into her eyes only to find that the soul of Aliara was gone, along with the screams of the residents of the town that she had slaughtered. Though Shaela didn’t like it, she decided to remain loyal to Aliara, and continue with her, even though Aliara’s killing sprees were even worse than before. And the days passed as Shaela became more frail.

Split Duality: Shaela is able to infect the mind of who she is battling, whether it be friend or ally. She is able to project false images and even mess with the senses of people, for good or bad.

Devastation: This is Shaela’s strongest technique, and is to be feared, though it has never been seen used. Shaela rips into the fabrics of dimension, pulling anything in, almost like a black hole. The strength of the technique is dependent on many things, including concentration.

Both of her powers are powered by the blood she gets.
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[Epostle]

Name: Slaanesh
Species: God/Goddess of Lust Pleasure, Passion, and Decadence, Lust, Pride and Self-indulgence
Gender: Transgender
Side: Human

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Weapon: List any additional weapons here
Side notes: He is the youngest of the Chaos Gods, having come to full sentience within the chaos (nothing) during the creation of the gods/goddesses. While generally referred to as a "he" by humans, Slaanesh is actually neither gender, combining characteristics of both and perfecting them. Slaanesh typically appears in an androgynous form in which it is a woman on the right side and a man on the left with two sets of devilish horns growing from its head. Slaanesh can assume any form; male, female, hermaphrodite or no gender at all, but it prefers male bodies. Its sacred number is six and the colours associated with Slaanesh are purple, pink and black. Is considered indisputably evil.

[Epostle]

Name:Naibu Piin (The Withered Sidewinder)
Age:22
Gender:Male
Rank: Beam

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MagInk:Elemental. Uses ice, fire, and earth in conjuction for his ability known as dry. Dry effectively removes any moisture within a 2 ft proximity. It can remove moisture from people, plants, and even the atmosphere. This makes it hard for people to engage in close combat with him. The effect has a toll on Naibu as well, but not to the extent compared to his enemies.

His fire use allows for firebreathe. The firebreathe can extend to 7 ft, effectively burning anything in its path and can cause certain things to catch on fire.

The ice he uses is meant for cooling his body. By cooling his body to low temperatures, he is able to lower his heart rate, helping his body fight off certain disease, and may be useful against fire.

His earth element involve dirt manipulation. He is able to make armor. The armor is scratchy and can help prevent minor damage from weaponry. Anything made of dirt, sand, or rock falls in the category.

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Non-MagInk gear:He wields a fist weapon the goes up both his right arm. The fist weapon can fire it’s claws, which are attached to string. The string is more of a wire cabling that is very hard to break and also are scaly, making them good for scratching. When activated, the strings retract to their original position from which they came. It is made of reinforced steel, making it heavy, but hard to break. He also has a belt with pockets in it, which carries his toxins, venoms, and other substances that he needs.http://media.animevice.com/uploads/1/14625/262529-fist_weapons_by_killy47_super.jpg
Non-MagInk skills/abilities:Fast and agile. He’s also in tune with many medicines and toxins, making him a good herbalist and alchemist. In order to get the best out of his poisons and medicines, he tests them on himself. This makes him a bit more immune to diseases than a normal person.

Sexual Orientation:Straight

History(At least a paragraph): Who needs climax when subtlety can bring the same outcome. Born and raised in the deserts, Naibu lived in a very harsh terrain. The sands always blowing through the air, the hot sun beating down upon a person’s head mercilessly, and diseases ran rampant due to improper supplies. Naibu’s life growing up wasn’t exactly all that was glorious, but it wasn’t as bad as others. It was just the fact that his older brother and father became ill.

Naibu’s mother died not too long after he was born, so he had no ties with her. Naibu was brought up by his father and brother, serving the needs of the family by working around the clock. Child labor wasn’t uncommon around these parts. In fact, it was the only way to survive. Naibu’s main job was to gather herbs in order to provide his father with the materials needed in order to cure his patients. His father was a doctor while his brother was also a gatherer, but his brother hunted the most venomous animals in the sands.

In the desert, not much can be found when it comes to play life. Cacti, dead brush, these were the main materials that he could find when in the sands, but at the oasis found around the village, there were extravagant vegetation. There were plants that offered miracle cures as well as deadly demises. Sadly Naibu had to find out the hard way the effects of medicine testing would do to the body. Naibu was bitten by a sidewinder.

Running back to the village, his body started to shut down to the point of almost no return. Thankfully, his brother found him, took him to his father, and used everything in his power to help Naibu live. This was the first experience Naibu had with the desert life, and he threaded from then on with caution… yet curious. From this point, Naibu would sometimes “poison” himself in order to see the effects of certain toxins.

After poisoning himself countless times, he eventually started to build a better immunity towards certain toxins, such as snake venom. Every time a new venomous creature would cross his path, he would need a sample of its venom. Having a near death experience rather crumbled his thought upon life. Rather than being delicate like the rest of the world, he wanted to survive. That way, he could live long enough to start pushing himself more to help his father, brother, and village.

Naibu not only had the burden of mastering his MagInk, he also had to become the doctor and care for his father. It wasn’t until the age of 13 where his brother and father started to fall ill with a disease. At this point in time, what caused the disease was unknown, but the symptoms were clear. They didn’t have long, despite the knowledge that Naibu had, there wasn’t enough resources to gather. The symptoms included high fevers, rashes, vomiting, and gradual loss of mobility. Naibu was fighting a battle of time.

Not all was lost though. Some of the elders of the Aurora had come to his village to seek him out. Naibu was greeted by them and was shown the upmost respect. The Aurora had offered him hope in learning new magic known as MagInk. With MagInk, he was promised to not only save his village, but save the lives of many others as well. The only cost was that he were to be part of the Aurora, and to fight in their name. He had no other choice but to say yes, it was too impossible to be true.

The worst process of it all was the tattooing process. The MagInk was rather different than just normal body paints and tattoos. This actually burned, like he was being branded. The process was painful, but it was well worth it. The tattoos he was given complimented his personality Soon he would need more for his gradual ranks gains.

Through continuous studies and hopes of his people to prosper, Naibu developed really quick in the elements of fire, ice, and earth. Naibu eventually learn on his own how to make his poisons more effective within combat. Knowing that the desert climate had next to no water in its atmosphere, Naibu was able to combine his elements into something new and unorthodox. He named this new element, Arid. With the Mastery of learning ice, fire, and earth MagInks, he was able to achieve greater heights by becoming one of the few to have combined 3 or more MagInks into a more powerful MagInk, and succeed. This was the final MagInk he got.

What impressed the Aurora was his ability to not just to use his MagInk on such levels, but to actually have the mental capability of his use of poisons and close quarters combat, and combine it into a very effective and deadly fighting style. His knowledge of poisons and medicines also made him noticed by the medical scholars, granting him a position within their science and study. All was going well for Naibu, until a fateful event occurred.

His father and his brother had passed away from the disease that they had to bear for years. This greatly frustrated Naibu, especially considered he was promised they were to be cured. Angered, frustrated, and knowing the death of the last members of his family, Naibu’s heart when rather cold and analytical. He then started focusing more time on his studies and MagInk like never before. The studies of his poisons greatly increased to the point where Naibue mixed and created new toxins and venoms.

It was rather a frightening moment for some of the members of the Aurora, but they had to wait it out. Naibu’s fighting style had become more merciless than ever and his grip upon humanity began to slip a little. The Aurora began to question whether or not that Naibu was mentally healthy enough to push forward. Yet, do the Aurora really have a choice in the matter at this point? They need his skillsets.

Personality:He has a scientific mindset. Everything has to have a logic to it. He is rather cold, but very outspoken. He has no trouble in communication and tries to promote communication to find out what his allies and friend know, just in care. In battle he takes another turn, he becomes like a snake. Merciless and quick to end battles, he can be mistaken for a serial killer intent.

[Epostle]

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Name: Ino Uchiha

Age:14

Birth date: December 25

Height: 4ft 8in

Weight:90lbs

Blood type:A

Kekkei Genkai: Sharingan

Occupation/Classification: Genin Student

Affiliation:Konohagakure

Team:8

Ninja Rank: Genin

Family:Uchiha

Nature Type/s: (Two max) Wind, Lightning

History: Ino Uchiha had a rather normal life, except for a little bit of bullying from other ninja academy students. Her great-grandparents are known all through Konohagakure, Sasuke and Sakura. Many people thought that since she had decended from great ninja such as them would mean that she was a ninja genius. However, that was far from the truth. In all honesty, she sucks pretty bad at being a ninja.

Ino Uchiha’s name was given to her by her mother, who knew her grandma’s best friend, Ino Yamanaka. Ino’s mom was great friends with Ino Yamanaka through a lot of means. This friendship had abruptly ended when Ino, just like her grandmother, had passed away through the natural causes of death. Though the passing of her friend was great, Ino’s mother still held tight bonds with the daughters and sons of Ino Yamanaka.

The users of the sharingan have once again flourished again, though it wasn’t by many. Altogether, there are only 5 users of the Sharingan in the village now, with Ino not being one of them. The chance that Ino having a Sharingan capability is around 25%, which is a very little chance, seeing as how there are still a lot of Uchiha around. This goes without saying, all because the last name is Uchiha, it doesn’t mean that they’ll have a Sharingan.

Ino’s bullying sometimes got to her from time to time, from people saying how bad she sucked at being a ninja to how she doesn’t have a Sharingan. This sometimes greatly upsetted her and often caused her to act out in fashions, mainly through getting in trouble a lot. She often tells people all because she doesn’t have a Sharingan doesn’t mean that she’s not an Uchiha and won’t be able to develop into a good ninja. Through this aspiration alone, she tries to improve upon her abilities as a ninja so that she may become a Chuunin when the exams finally arise.



Jutsu Name:Lightning Clone
Rank:C
Jutsu Nature type:Lightning
Effect's: Makes a lightning based clone that expels lightning when dealt a fatal blow.


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[Clan Symbol]: Uchiha Symbol
Clan Name: Uchiha
Origin/History: Once driven to the point of extinction, the clan has made a return, though not many of the users are able to use Sharingan.
People of importance: Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Uchiha (Deceased), Sakura Uchiha
Members: N/A
Kekkei Genkai: Sharingan

[Epostle]

Name: Hithnu Miskwellar “The Cursed Black Wall”
Race: Argonian
Age: 34
Gender: Male
P.o.B: Blackmarsh
Occupation: Wandering soulbinder, enchanter, and treasure hunter.

Appearance (pic or description): He carries the typical Argonian appeal. His skin is scaly and slick looking, with a dark blue texture. His eyes are yellow with the reptilian look. His teeth are a little more jagged and yellowed in color compared to most of his bretheren. He carries some battle scars along his face as a result of heavy battler. The top of his head carries longer horns than normal. They are slicked back and thick, almost like the horns of a ram. The horns care just as yellow-brown like his teeth.

He wears heavy, steel armor that is enchanted thanks to his proficient enchanting skills. They are enchanted with extra defensive based enchants that help him fight magicka as well as pure blunt attacks. The enchantments really help when it comes to keeping his armor repaired due to the lesser extent of normal degradation. It is black in color.

The steel armor is war painted in white, signifying accomplishments that he had earned. The armor does appear to have scratches on it, but nothing that would jeopardize the integrity of his armor and its defensive status.

Equipment(pic or description): A backpack full of soul stones, bone meal, and Magicka potions. He weapon is the Sword of Jyggalag, though none know what the sword truly is.

Prime Skills:2 Handed, Heavy Armor
Secondary Skills: Conjuration, Enchanting, Alteration

Personality: Devout and loyal, Hithnu only knows of order. Ready to put his life on the line at any given moment for balance, he always makes sure things go accordingly. Anything that doesn’t represent order is condemned, and to be put underneath his feet. He never does boast of his combat style, but does become prideful in battle, only to be slowed by his training of staying in tact of realization.

Background: Hithnu grew up in the ravaging and unforgiving wilds of Blackmarsh. The wildlife near where he grew up would swallow a normal person hole, the plantation was poisonous and would wilt the very skin off normal people’s bones, and the other Argonian’s were rather mean and vicious. Hithnu grew up in a rough environment, having to fight all his life for supremacy among his clan. At a young age, Hithnu knew what it meant to experience the harsh brutality of war and treason. It wasn’t a surprise for him to see his own clan members betray each other for spoils of battles and dungeons. One thing was clear though, Hithnu would have to do what it took to survive, and seek further power.

After reaching a mature age, Hithnu was able to assume dominance over his clan, and put anyone who seeked to uproot his rule down. It was the only way Hithnu knew to survive when it came to the jealousy and greed of his clan. He and his clan set out on adventures throughout Blackmarsh, searching for lost treasures that they could turn a profit on. During these times of treasure hunting, Hithnu took upon the art of reading. Reading was rather, degrading to being a prideful warrior to most, but Hithnu had other plans. He seeked to learn the ways of Magicka and to learn it’s ways. Though it wasn’t uncommon for Argonian’s to seek out magic practice, but the warriors pride made the others think down on him. Reading was for the civilized and the intellectual, serving no purpose for battle and glory.

It wasn’t too long before Hithnu found that he was becoming adept to using the magical arts. Though he wasn’t the greatest, he knew enough in order to cast basic spells that really helped him in becoming what he is known as today. Along searching for new practices of Magicka, he got word of a famous treasure with a famous armor. It belonged to a lich lord named Sinew, a Breton who sold his soul to the Deidra in an attempt to gain power to help his people during the old times of war. He was greedy for this armor, and sought to split the riches among his clan if they went with him, and so they agreed.

While finding the underground castle of the lich lord, Hithnu was crazed, greedy, and willing to do anything for his thirst for battle and treasure. While leading his clan down, the dangers only grew more and more. While descending deeper into the castle, one by one, was the clan picked apart. Hithnu didn’t care, all he wanted was power, and would stop at nothing to get it. Hithnu finally reached down to the very depths of the castle, only to find his destination, the lich lord Sinew. With the lust of battle in Hithnu’s eyes, he openely attacked the lich lord, and they battled. The outcome of the battle went into Hithnu’s favor, and got him what he wanted. Hithnu slipped on the armor, only to realize that the armor was cursed. The armor had the bearing of the lich lord Sinew in it, and told him to turn around. While turning around, Hithnu realized that not only did he succeed, but he did it at the expense of his whole entire clan being whipped out. Hithnu realized what he had done was a mistake. The madness of greed and lust costed him everything he had ever worked to achieve. He had won his freedom from the clan, but at the cost of their lives.

It wasn’t but a few moments of tears and realization that something was appearing from the darkness from the castle. He could hear the clinking of heavy metal and a voice coming from the darkness. “Order could have stopped this. To think that you were more, when in all reality, you became less. This is the curse of madness.” Hithnu couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The pain shot through his heart and mind, it tore at him sharper than any blade or spell would. “Without order, madness dwells, and all can be lost. With order, you can become more. With order, you can be set into motion. With order, you can prevail above all else.” The entity stuck the sword into the ground with a sharp slicing sound. Know me and what I teach, embrace it, and learn balance, for order will set you free. Take upon this sword young one, and serve order. Never speak out of term, never sway from obedience, and never again lead into despair and insanity.” Hithnu looked upon the sword as the figure stood behind it. Hithnu was moved by what he had heard, and crawled to the sword in desperation. He was next to the sword looking at it as the lich lord said “Become reborn, live anew, serve our master…” Hithnu then grasped the swords hilt and pulled himself up. He then ripped the sword out slowly and looked upon it with astonishment and with a gaze that would never be forgotten. “Then you are ready. No one knows of what has transpired here, but the 3 of us. Sinew was devout and loyal to the very end. Should you speak out of order, you will be devoured by your own insanity once more, and once again live in despair.”

Throughout the years, the curse sat upon Hithnu's head. Everyday he would hear it's voice when he began to sink into his old ways. The curse was maddening at first, but it began to settle a little more each day. The reason why the madness stopped is cause Hithnu's personality began to change.

Years passed as the wandering warrior crossed through different provinces of Tamriel, only to find himself near Solitude. It had been a while since Hithnu set out on a journey, but rather just stayed and read more books. His mind was tamed, and his heart was devout. Realization was the only key in survival, and for any kind of sanity. The Stormbreaker seemed like it would have been a great escape for him. The only problem was that he was not ready. To find how they would have portrayed themselves among the Stormbreaker would have to have been the first to prove that order existed on the ship. Order though did not always mean realization. After realizing that the Stormbreaker did have order and loyalty, Hithnu came to the conclusion, the next time the ship is near, he was bording. Maybe they could use us, Hithnu always told himself as well as his sword and armor.

[Epostle]

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Standing at 5ft 5in tall and weighing in the 110lbs region, she is very beautifully designed. She has longer legs and arms than most people, which are still well proportioned with the rest of her body. As portrayed, her hair is more of a feathery consitency rather than actual hair, but does have real hair underneath. Her hair is the blue as portrayed, though the elegant head dress is non-existent. She has a stud piercing in her right eye as well as a few piercing of small birds in her ears. She has a set of beautiful elegant wings that span out to a total of 12 feet long when fully expanded out. They are feathered in blue and white, and carry tribal, patterned designs, almost like flames.

She has a pair of glasses that she wears in order to help her read better. Her clothing is of normal casual wear. She wears a blue hoodie that allows 2 holes so she can slip her wings through. Her pants are of regular blue jean apparel and are skin tight with a white belt. She wears sneakers that are white in color with striped of red, which kind of stands out compared to the rest of her apparel.

When in Phoenix form, everything is changed and portrayed almost like the pic above. Her hair remains the same as her normal hair, though it changes to a fire in some parts. Her clothing still stays on her, though it's barely visible when the fire begins to cover her apparel up. Her fire is depicted in shades of red, pink, but mostly sun orange. Her wings are also transform and fire surrounds them as well as a magnificent flame stature.

Name: Briana Asmond

Alias/Nick-name: The Phoenix
Age:24

Race: Avain Ferus

Gender: Female

Element Affinity: Flame

Titles/Occupations: Criminal/Drainer and Ex-Head of Manium Research and Discoveries Board.

Equipment: None

Abilities/Skills: She has the power to manipulate the elements of fire. By wielding fire, she can flame cloak herself and turn herself into what she calls the phoenix. She is able to fly faster as well as leave fire trails. She can also use her fire like a flamethrower in order to burn areas and anything standing in her way. Though this does use a lot of Manium to power, it's more of a desperation move.

She is able to use fire based abilities such as fire breathe, fire balls, fire walking, which makes her faster and scorches the ground she walks upon, and conjure flame based weaponry.

Her hand to hand combat is also formidable. Through the practice of different martial art forms, she has turned her physical body into a weapon that can be used when necessary.

Her intelligence is also a dangerous weapon. She knows many things about Manium that most people wouldn't and can exploit it.

Her abuse of Manium has also made her a bit more resistant to the harmful side effects, though not by much.

Bio: Briana is a curious one of sorts. Growing up, the streets were rough for her, being as she is a female alone in the streets and second, her parents having a bad reputation as Manium addicts, aka Drainers. Thanks to these reputations, she was often teased and beaten up for it. The shocker of the whole scenario is that her parents killed themselves by draining too much Manium, resulting in not only the destruction of themselves, but also the destruction of many buildings for the pure buildup of manium.

Though her parents had suffered a terrible fate, she wasn’t straying too far behind their tracks. She wanted to learn more about Manium, and eventually became a scientist that studied Manium to unlock its “potential.” She eventually became obsessed with the thought of unlocking the potential of Manium that she eventually chose no other fate but to become one with the Manium, and began to absorb it in large quantities and frequently. It became obvious that through her research, she had lost touch with all of humanity and had become something that they had always feared since the beginning of the discovery of Manium, an intelligent class Drainer. She had the knowledge to get Manium and know how to use it more efficiently compared to most people.

It wasn’t too long before she started showing aggressive behaviors towards others and the physical changes. Her eyes were beginning to fade into blue colors and eventually started to purple. Not too long after absorbing so much Manium, her veins began to show the color of her irus, and it was then that they decided that she was too dangerous to let continue, so she was subdued, but didn’t go down without a fight. She was sentenced to a maximum security level of magical prisons in hope that she would be completely done with. She now awaits for the day that she can become free once again and to continue her studies. Her time in jail has not stopped her pursuit in learning about the Manium, and still to this day as she awaits her release, studies and learns more about it.

Other: She keeps 2 diaries of importance. One is the diary of her studies with Manium while the other has scribbles of what is left of her true humanistic mentality.

[Epostle]

Physical Description

Name: Valora Araghast
Nickname: Valora
Alias: Valora
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Unkown

Picture and/or worded Description

Appearance
Hair: Her hair is around medium length, coming down slightly past her shoulders. The hair is a white color, that is combed over to the right. On one side of her head, the hair is shaved, giving her a slight punkish/warrior type appeal.
Facial Hair: Nope.

Lips: Her lips are a bright red, and are somewhat slender. However, this portion including her nose are hidden behind a white, cloth-like mask.
Eyes: She has green eyes that always slightly shimmer their color, as if a pool of energy was constantly cycling through the pupils. She also wears glasses.
Build:Slightly built, she carries her posture slightly well. Having an athletic appeal, but still slender physique, he body almost stands straight as a rail, with no true busts, but has normal hips. Her legs are slightly longer than a normal person’s legs would be, and also carries slightly longer arms.
Skin Tone: Her skin is whiter than normal people, but not so white that it makes her look out of place.
Height:5ft 5in
Weight: 110lbs


Unique Body Features: Her uique body features would include her piercings. She has 3-4 piercings on each ear as well as a couple of eye rings on her right eye.

Along with her bodily features would be the scars along the slits of her mouth. Both sides of her mouth appear to have been split apart, giving her what some would consider hideous scars, that she always keeps covered under a cloth-like mask.

MENTALITY
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Personality: Slightly monotone and depressive. She doesn’t bring upon excitement unless something that bothers her comes up, which consists of a few things. She isn’t at all shy and willing to converse. Through she is willing to converse, she still is a bit reserved about many things, meaning she isn't too open.
Quirks: Always feels left out, as if she never belonged. She doesn’t express her emotions a lot due to her past experiences. She loves to duel/fight because it makes her feel empowered. Due to the scars on her face and never wanting to remove the mask in public, never eats in public. Her scars make her feel ugly because of the mainstream of beauty. She is fairly disconnect, mean she usually doesn’t express too much emotion. She doesn't ever want to reveal her scars, so she especially hates her mask being touched. She also has a fascination for cheesecake and shrimp, being her favorite dishes.
Fears:She fears the death of others. She can't bear the thought of being seen without her mask. Due to her self esteem issues, she always has a need to be better than everyone else, without being arrogant about it.
Goal: Acceptance
Strengths: She is good at analysis, especially in battles. She is good at noticing the unbound magic that surrounds the air, as well as determining which branch it may come from.
Weaknesses: Likes to talk in battle. This sometimes makes her a bit lax and easy to use. She lacks a true emotional connection to people, which she sometimes will try to establish. She also cannot stand defeat in any circumstance to the point it devastates her, though she doesn’t show it. Sensitive subjects also don't go over so well with her.


COMBAT PROWESS
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Combativeness: She is a great duelist. She is particularly skilled in 1v1 combat and takes pride in her skills. Her combat style relies on advanced movement and the use of her blades and kicking.
Natural Talents: She is quick and acrobatic. She is also good at being on the offensive side of combat and can quickly overwhelm her opponent if she starts to gain momentum. She is very talented at using her weapons.
Skills: Her skills are based on her offensive prowess, making her a very talented offensive fighter. Her specialties rely on making it where the opponent can’t react properly. She is particularly good at burst.
Powers: Her powers are based around her weapons rather than an innate power.

Chosen of Despair - Demonic Transformation:

T1:As the battle rages on, she slowly begins to change into a demonic form, increasing her speed and strength slightly.
T2: When she reaches this point, physical changes begin to slightly manifest. Her casting abilities gain more potency, increasing their damage slightly.
T3: Physical changes become more prominent. She begins to harness the energies around her, increasing her mana pool.
T4: The physical changes are advanced at this point. She begins to grow wings and gain the ability to fly.
T5: As this point, her demon transformation is complete. She is able to corrupt the magics of the air, making them harder to utilize.

Chains of Despair:
T1:She is able to summon a pair of chains that she can attach to her weapon, giving her a slight boost to her ranged capabilities, as well as using them against her opponents.
T2: The chains become longer and are able to reach out further.
T3: She is able to summon more chains, up to 4.
T4: The chains are harder to break.
T5: She can summon up to 4 chains in each hand.

Tears of Despair- Chaos Cleave:
T1:Due to the being that bestowed the glaives upon her having a chaotic nature, she is able to load the energies into 1 of her blades, allowing it to cleave, extending their impact radius of the attack.
T2: Chaos cleave is now able to be applicable to both of her weapons.
T3: The chaos cleaves last much longer, up to 3 strikes each.
T4: The potency of the cleave magic done is increased slightly.
T5: The chaos cleave is now able to explode upon impact.

Tears of Despair - Magic Disruption:
T1:When attacking, her weapons deal damage to not just her opponent, but also their mana pool. Rather than draining the mana, the mana becomes destroyed.
T2:Direct damage done by the weapons now takes in a minor amount of mana.
T3:The attacks from the blades become more volatile, damaging the magic by a fraction of the damage to the user.
T4:The blades now destroy more mana.
T5: The magic disruption now becomes passive.

Tears of Despair – Chaos Flux:
T1:This is a ranged attack that allows her to use her glaives almost like a bow. She can fire up to 1 shot that is as long as the glaive itself.
T2:Chaos Flux can be used 2 times in a row.
T3:The potency of the damage is increased as well as the length of the blast.
T4:Now the flux fires up to 5 shots in a row.
T5:She is able to charge up the Chaos Flux, turning it into an energy ball. The ball is then thrown, dealing AOE damage, but more damage to targets caught into the direct impact.



Weapon
Weapon Name: Tears of Despair
Weapon Type: Dual Wield Warglaives
Material: The material isn’t within human manifest. It is made up of pure energy blessed by a demon god known as Despair. Some would know it as “demon” magic, but is more of a chaotic, nega-arcane material.
Ammo: It uses an anti-arcane magic, capable of destroying magic.
Length: The blades are 3ft 10in long.
Weight: 30lbs.
Weapon Description/Info: The weapons are long, but they are curved. If holding the weapons normally, they would encircle her slightly. The blades appeared shattered, but in truth, their shards are spaced out from each other, revealing the energy that is takes to hold each shard in place. In this way, the weapons share both a black coloration, with the white-ish green energies flowing within them, almost like a green electrical chain.

The weapons have no need for a holster. The weapons are activated by using 2 circular pearl based globes, (hence the name Tears of Despair)
The hilt of the weapons encompass her hands, almost fitting like a pair of gloves. The material had been molded so that if fits her grip comfortably, but snug.



EQUIPMENT
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Special Items: None
Regular Items: None


BACKGROUND
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Bio/History: Growing up, her past was rather painful. She didn’t know her parents, she didn’t ever get accepted into any family through foster care, nor did she make any friends… she was always alone. Her life at this point was miserable, but only bound to get worse when at a very young age, she was beaten, scarred, and left for dead by a vicious person, who she could not name or remember their appearance. Writhing in pain, she scurried to a safe place and using what intelligence she had at her young age, she began to hand stitch her scarred face back together. The pain was grueling, but what hurt worse were her feelings, mainly due to being taken advantage of. After many moments of enduring the pain of sewing back her mouth in place, she couldn’t help but to notice her tears manifest into something. On the ground, where the mixture of blood and tears were, 2 weapons formed in front of her as a voice spoke to her, convincing her to pick up the blades, which sent her spiraling into another dimension.

Within this dimension, the air smelled of sulfur, the plants had withered, and the ground was but padded dirt so dry it broke beneath her feet. Looking upon the red skies, a being with a sword and shield spoke to her, further convincing her to throw away her weaknesses, and let everyone know how she felt. This is the moment when she lost part of her humanity and gained something in return. The being wanted her as a disciple, and began train in the arts of war. The training was light, but enough to get her grounded in the form of the art of war. She had a few true fights, which ended in victory, but it was never enough to ground her into history.

Only the voice called to her. It was a voice that was incoherently evil, but at the same time spoke a lot of truth. Following the voices, she had wondered the Earth for years to come, only to find the voice leading her into hard battles and other strife, only to finally come to a resolution. She has yet to find a purpose in life, let alone an acceptance, but through her eyes, she was closing in..

[Epostle]

Physical Description

Name: Morcra
Nickname: Murder
Alias: Slayer
Age: ???
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Asexual

Picture and/or worded Description

Appearance
Hair: His hair is short with a blood red hue.
Facial Hair: A red goatee
Eyes: Red
Build: Muscled, medium sized. (Like a crossfit athlete)
Skin Tone: Pale white
Height: 6ft 6in
Weight: 235 lbs
Unique Body Features: Unique body features include many lashes, scars, and burns upon his body, including his face. The burn marks on his face stretch from the right side of his neck up into the hairline. He has a pentagram on his left cheek.


MENTALITY
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Personality at least a paragraph here
Quirks: Always wants to kill. He has a fascination with blood and skulls.
Fears: His god (which he also loves) and failing his missions.
Goal: Absolute power and spreading the word of his god.
Strengths: Has no problem in killing. Executes his order efficiently and without contradiction. His chaotic mind makes him nearly fearless. His execution of war strategies makes him a tough contender on any battlefield. He is a very experienced veteran.
Weaknesses: In order to pay tribute to his god, he needs the blood of others, making him wanting to end the battle quickly. His mind is chaotic, and with the love of his god, he becomes overly fanatical.


COMBAT PROWESS
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Combativeness: Passive aggressive. He fights more like a bruiser, trading his speed, for raw power and execution of his weaponry. His chaotic nature makes him a fearful combatant, making him love what he does, which can instill a certain unease in his opponents. He has a mixed arsenal of weaponry and is proficient at using it all.
Natural Talents: A great leader and executer of strategies. His prowess in combat and the knowledge of weaponry makes him good and passive-aggressive tactics.
Skills: Degrees of mastery in melee and ranged weaponry, including guns, turrets, and machinery.
Powers:

Combat Suit- Castral Chaos Armor of the Dark Legion
T1: This suit is made of a heavy and durable material, that is bullet proof. It is a highly advanced suit that reads terrain and life signs (dead, alive, or otherwise.)
T2: The suit gains a shield, the mitigates damage. The shield is stronger against magic than it is against bullets.
T3: The suit gains a jet pack, making air combat brief, but possible.
T4: The suit is granted an AI, allowing it to help with decision making.
T5: The suits armor and shields are upgraded.

Deployable Turret- Crusher Turrets
T1: The turret come in like a grenade. Once the ball-like object is cast, a turret comes out and mounts to the ground. The turret then fires buster bullets, which are bullets that lightly explode on contact.
T2: The turret gains a second barrel, doubling its firing rate.
T3: The turret gains a shield, making it harder to kill.
T4: The turret gains a secondary weapon, which is a homing rocket.
T5: The max turret count increases to 3.

A8921 Automatic Assault Energy Rifle
T1: This rifle is a standard among all combatants in the Legion of Darkness. The rifle fires out energy based particles, that reduce most opponents to ash if hit. The rifle comes installed with a scope.
T2: The rifle has an increased charge, being able to fire more rounds before recharge.
T3: The rifle gains an undermounted thermal laser, allowing it to cut through thick objects.

Instinct of Murder – Combat Aura
T1: Graced by the presence of his god, The aura he emits strengthens his allies, granting them increased movement.
T2: The aura makes his allies more tolerant to pain.
T3: The aura desecrates the ground he stands on, turning creatures/animals into mad beasts, that eventually become demons.
T4: The aura that he emits eventually becomes strong enough to turn his enemies blood crazed. The longer he’s around his enemies, the more violent they become, decreasing their sanity.
T5: The sanity decrease becomes quicker, making them more violent quicker.

Become One with Murder
T1: This ability allows the conversion of normal people into servants of the god of murder. Initial perks include increased strength and speak at the cost of their sanity.
T2: The conversion is more violent, making his converts even stronger by sacrificing part of their physical human anatomy for demonic parts.
T3: The conversion is able to grant magical prowess to the magicless.
T4: Able to convert stronger people into servants.



Weapon
Weapon Name: Bloodletter
Weapon Type: 2 handed Waraxe
Material: Magic Imbued Chaos Titianium
Ammo: None
Length: 4ft
Weight: 100 lbs
Weapon Description/Info: This weapon is something that Morcra has kept for a long time. When he makes a kill with this weapon, the beings soul goes to his gods as well as their blood, to appease his god.


EQUIPMENT
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Special Items: Ashbringer Grenades- Grenades that reduce things to ashes.
Regular Items: None


BACKGROUND
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The Maw of Blood is what some people know it as. It is a plain of hell that sooner or later, every murderer or killer will have to face one day. Marcro, back in the middle ages, was a fierce knight, who wielded a giant axe. The axe was heavier than most weapons, and with a brutal clean cut. Many knew it as the executioners axe in that day. The axe was sought after by the many warriors of old, just to contend the skill and ambition of its wielder.

Marcro, a fierce knight, cut a bloody swathe through the plains of men. Human himself, it was eventually disease that plagued his lungs, and drew his breathe away. In the places beyond reach, the Maw of Blood awaited him. Remembering all the centuries of being kept in the never ending mixture of the blood and screaming souls that were burning by the boiling blood. Marcro was in there as well. The god of blood sat upon his throne, laughing at all the tormented souls as others did his bidding. He would to Marcro try to swim to the edges, and like everyone else who swam close to the edges, he pushed them back in.

More centuries had past, Macro still gathered the strength and the endurance to move himself closer to the edges of the never ending whirlpool of boiling death. Again, he was pushed by in. Marcro, screaming in agony, after many centuries later, pushed himself to the edges again, and this time, he dodged the gods push, and grabbed his hand. The god, furious with rage, casted him into the 10th level of the ring, where the worst murderers went, and to never escape. They eons passed, and once again, Marcro pushed himself to the edge of the boiling ring of blood, once again meeting the god.

The god smiled at him and spoke to him about his persistence. It was then that Marcro was granted a position in the Legion of Darkness. At this time, Earth had passed a milenia ago at this time, and humans were not the only enemies of slaughter any more. There were other races at this time. Marcro quickly ascended through the ranks, being able to outslaughter many people comparatively.

The god of blood had a bane, the future mystics. There were a few that made the gods armies appear weak, only to be eventually defeated and casted out of many realms. In one last attempt, the god of blood had sent Marcro and many men back in time, to hopefully aid the ancient evil that had been defeated, so that they can rise against these future mystics, and have the territories as theirs once more, uncontested. Marcro and the others had landed within the galaxy, running only on auxilory power from their ship. It was enough to teleport the warriors to and from the battlefields and supply the basic needs, for the materials they needed to travel needed to be rediscovered.

Now coming from the future, Marcro has one mission, kill. Destroying everything for the blood god was his mission. Marcro has vowed to take everything out in hopes of attaining enough power to please his god, and crush the enemies of old beneath his feet. Though this planet was young and different, he knew it would still remain dangerous. It was now time to free the basic instincts and to give tribute to his god.

[Epostle]

Physical Description

Name: Allen York
Nickname: York
Alias: York
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Picture and/or worded Description

Appearance
Hair: Buzzed (brown)
Facial Hair: Goatee (brown)
Eyes: Blue
Build: Bigger, semi-defined.
Skin Tone: Light tan.
Height: 6ft 2in
Weight: 230lbs
Unique Body Features: None

Mentality

Personality: Coming from a rather strict household, he is slightly affirmative when giving or receiving orders, questions, and sometimes even when talking. Suited and trained to withstand stressful circumstances, his anger gets to him sometimes, though he is normally calm. He is always looking out for others in the midst of things both emotional and physical.
Quirks: He can sometimes be quick to anger.
Goal: To help others in need.
Strengths/Weaknesses: He is good with planning things out and works well under pressure. He is rather good a listening to others and finding out things that others can't. He does sometimes get slightly angry if others become hurt.

Combat Prowess

Combativeness: A good mix of defensive and offensive combat. His soldiers training suits him in many forms of combat.
Natural Talents: Quick thinker and is able to operate many vehicles.
Skills: He's good at talking and if needed, special operations.
Powers: None.

Weapon

Weapon Name: M4 A5 Carbine
Weapon Type: Assault Rifle
Material: Carbon Fiber
Ammo: Standard 30 clip magazine. He multiple types of ammo depending on the situation including Driver- Superb piercing, Breaker- Explosive, Manium- Magic Piercing, and Manium X5- Energy particle rounds.

Equipment

Special Items:

Combat Suit: The suit fits snug and tight and is colored black. The suit is water proof, tear resistant, and provides optimal protection from most forms of damage. The helmet attached to the suite carries night and thermal visions as well as mission briefs and other data.

Regular Items: Laser Saber, Mana-nade, Fragmenation Grenade, Beretta M9 A3 Combat Pistol

Background: His background was rather simple. A boy who grew up on a farm and learned to live off the land in more ways than one. He wanted to make a difference in the world by becoming part of the military, more specifically, the CWDU.

Bio/History:

Growing up, Allen grew up in the middle of the country. His family had over 100 acres of land for farming and livestock. Allen and his family grew and depended upon the land so that they could earn their living as well as provide the necessary skills just in case things went bad. Allen grew up with his 2 sisters, who grew up to take upon other roles in life. One of the sisters became a doctor while the other became a computer major. Allen's parents are still alive and still tend to the home that he grew up in.

When Allen grew up, he didn't know what he really wanted to do. All he knew is that he wanted to make a difference. When the news came on and the world was being under attack by “mystical” creatures, he saw how things started to become. With this in mind, he solidified his choice. Allen wanted to join the CWDU and fight for what he thought was right.

The years of training were grueling, finishing with average scores, except in rifle training, were he was a bit higher than most, but still not the best. His previous hunting skills were to thank for that. His other training came into play a few times in a couple of deployments, when it came to killing these entities that felt almost impossible to beat, or to exist.

Though older, Allen has been promoted to Sergeant and is able to lead his own team though the fogs of war. So far he has only had 2 deployments, which he didn't know what a good thing or something was stirring. It wasn't too long ago he just got briefed on his new mission.